A/N: Just a little something that has been running around my head for the last couple of days. Apologies to beautywithin22 as this is not the story that I have promised, but it is coming!!
Just to set the scene: I see Michael as a crew-necked t-shirt and loose pajama pants/boxers kinda guy and Jackie as a spaghetti strap top/long sleeved crew-necked top and loose pajama pants kinda gal. At least, that's what I had in my head :)
Hope you enjoy!
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5:45am
5:45am was Michael's favourite time of day.
Ever since he had been a little boy he would always wake up at least fifteen minutes before the alarm would go off. Back then it had been an advantage as he could then turn his alarm off before it rang, meaning he didn't get woken with a headache.
Now it meant that he had fifteen minutes to do nothing except watch his wife as she slept.
Jackie always looked so peaceful when she slept and he relished the way she always curled up into him. Today was a classic example: her head nestled on his shoulder, one arm draped across his chest and one leg curled around both of his.
He never understood how she would, without fail, end up in some form of this position during the night. She claimed that he protected her all day, so at night it was her turn. He claimed it was because she just couldn't stay away from him, a suggestion that was always rewarded with a laugh. Although he did notice that she never disclaimed the idea completely.
Watching her sleep always served to remind him of how lucky he was to have her in his life, she had always been someone special to him but he had scarcely allowed himself to hope that they would end up together.
Sometimes he pinched himself to make sure it was real.
5:59am.
Any second now the alarm would go off and Jackie would open her dark eyes to send a bleary eyed glower in the clock's direction. Michael would then reach passed her to turn it off as she buried her face in his neck.
Jackie had never been a morning person and it usually took him a further ten minutes to coax her out of the bed. Some mornings he just simply picked her up and dumped her in the chair that sat in the corner.
Mostly, though, he'd let her convince him to stay 'just a few more minutes' in bed.
Minutes he was more than happy to spare in order to have just a little bit longer with her before they had to start their day.
Then tomorrow morning, at 5:45am, it would start all over again.